{Twenty-eight (56)} &diams I know the pieces fit / 'Cause I watched them fall away

[burnt_orangesky]

This is becoming intolerable. I do not require padding to leave my house; nor do I require warnings for sharp objects, food, or beverages. If I am expected to put up with this for the remainder of this week, I may very well scream.

And to whomever is scribbling 'EXTERMINATE' everywhere, I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped. Immediately.

[Pen taps.]

Gai. I forgot to ask earlier, what with everything that happened. Did the toaster I helped you to find work, or did you need another?

-Fred

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[burnt_orangesky]

[A few pen taps. She knows exactly where he must have heard the word before... if she had run into Daleks he must have as well, it only stands to reason. But she's not sure if she should tell him about them.]

Sometimes things from our past turn up. They usually make one feel like one cannot quite remember whatever it is. A lingering feeling of familiarity. At least, that is what I feel when it happens to me.

I did say things rarely stayed quiet for long.

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

That seems to be exactly what I felt. It was like deja vu, but it was more like striving to grasp something on the outskirts of my memory.

It's certainly entertaining.

[burnt_orangesky]

Yes, you may find more things that do that. For a place that removes our memories, it seems to quite enjoy teasing us with hints of our past.

I hope it remains merely 'entertaining.'

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

That's annoying. Either it should give us answers or it shouldn't.

[There's a pause] Do you mind if I ask you a question?

[burnt_orangesky]

As I say, it enjoys teasing us.

[A slight pause in return.] But of course. What is it?

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

What happened? You seem a bit cautious and wary. You warn me that things aren't as good as I think they are. You seem... [Pentaps.] I don't know. I feel like something happened to you and it isn't good so you won't tell me.

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[burnt_orangesky]

[Ink. Blot.

Followed by a lengthy pause.]

[burnt_orangesky]

Well
That is
I

[All of the above is scribbled out within seconds of being written.]

I have [pause] encountered [pen taps] been

[Long pause.]

It is a long story.

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

Then tell me. Fred, I want

[This is also scribbled out within seconds of being written.]

I've got time.

[burnt_orangesky]

Very well. [And a pause.]

The gist of it is, I died and was reborn here. The reason is unimportant; I merely do not want the same to happen to you.

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause.]

I won't let that happen to you again, Fred.

[burnt_orangesky]

I do not intend it to happen again either. Dying, as one might imagine, is a most unpleasant experience.

Just promise me that you will do your best not to be killed, and I shall promise the same.

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

I don't plan on dying any time soon. I promise that.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Not quite the promise she had asked for, but... she'll take it.]

I am very glad to hear it.

That aside, I would like to see you again at some point, preferably soon.

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see you also. When and where?

[burnt_orangesky]

The Bazaar, tomorrow? For lunch.

[QL/handwave?]

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

That's good by me. I've been meaning to go to the Bazaar anyway.

[Whatever works for you!]

[burnt_orangesky]

I will meet you there tomorrow, then.

[Handwave then? :3]

[fourtunate.livejournal.com]

I'll see you then.

[I am all for handwaving. Assume that Key bothered her about 'exterminate' and was generally a worrywart. DON'T DIE, FRED. D:]